John Paul White – The Once And Future Queen Someone’s gonna hold your hand, and everything will click. Touch you in some unknown way, that finally does the trick. Pull you in a fairytale, where you were meant to be. Someone, well someone won’t be me.

Someone’s out there praying for the day that you walk in. And happy ever after can finally begin. Someone who’ll stop at nothing, to give you all you need. Someone, but someone won’t be me.

And that’s okay. I never really loved you anyway. At least not unconditionally. Like subjects love the once and future queen.

If I thought I was good for you. If I thought this could work. I’d reach a little island and pull you back to earth. But the man you’re really looking for. Want in all your dreams. Someone, that someone won’t be me.

And that’s okay. You never really loved me anyway. Not enough to meet me halfway. Or love something, you could only take.

And that’s okay. I never really loved you anyway. At least not unconditionally. Like subjects love the once and future queen.

Time The smart money’s on Harlow, and the moon is in the street. And the shadow boys are breakin’ all the laws. And you’re east of East St. Louis, and the wind is making speeches. And the rain sounds like a round of applause.

And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon. His invisible fiancée is in the mirror.And the band is goin’ home, it’s raining hammers, it’s raining nails. It’s true there’s nothing left for her down here.

And it’s time, time, time. And it is time, time, time. And it’s time, time, time that you love. And it’s time, time, time.

And they all pretend they’re orphans, and their memory’s like a train. You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away.And the things you can’t remember, tell the things you can’t forget That history puts a saint in every dream.

Oh she said she’d stick around, untill the bandages came off. But these mama’s boys just don’t know when to quit. And Matilda asks the sailors are those dreams or are those prayers. Close your eyes son and this won’t hurt a bit.

And it’s time, time, time. And it is time, time, time. And it’s time, time, time that you love. And it’s time, time, time.

Oh and things are pretty lousy for the calendar girls. The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street. And when they’re on a roll, she pulls a razor from her boot. And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet.

So put a candle in the window, and a kiss upon his lips. As the dish outside the window fills with rain. Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart. Pay the fiddler off, till I come back again.

And it’s time, time, time. And it is time, time, time. And it’s time, time, time that you love. And it’s time, time, time.